God’s Path
as a Child of Light,
Deep Within a Dragon slumbers.
My pain is a roaring Wave of Sadness
that has Awakened Him.
Screaming inside my Castle
empty, wide, big halls,
you could Hear
the Echo of a Giant
who Slit his Throat
on the kitchen's Walls,
dripping down his Icy Blue Body,
a Red like Pristine Ruby.
Every Room has seen Better Times,
every Visitor left his Mark
Etched in with a Knife
some more deep, some more shallow,
but all having a Ripple Effect.
Been let down more times
than an Ant, been Walked on
and squished, for pleasure.
This only led me
on a Frequency of Self-Mastery.
As a Samurai knows his Katana
as I remember the Wind's Kiss
on a Cold, Rusty Winter
so shall I Stand in Truth,
Spirit in my Words,
Purity in Everything I do,
Only then…
shall I walk on God's path.